Every time it happens, for a split second, Rye thinks she can see the other side. In the darkness, she can’t make out anything, but it’s vast, endless, unfathomable. Beyond anything her human bound mind can
Among the four personas, the Songstress was one of them. She didn’t talk too much, but she did sometimes, so Right Hand Man dutifully took note of her when she did. If anything, Right Hand respected her, just a
“I already got a location scouted out, but thanks.” She takes the paper and gets to work scribbling out the information, listing necessary things and the contacts of Ben and Luna. It doesn’t take her long to get everything, and it’s not without her usual snark commentary in the document either. “That’s it? Anything else?”
Super Sleuth Fox Co, ran by Rye, is a tiny company that as the name implies specializes in private investigation. They only have a total of four employees, but don’t seem interested in hiring. The firm is willing to hear out any case, but only takes on ones their small work force can actually handle.
The one thing Rye hated most about when it rained was how the water dripped off her eyebrows and subsequently onto her nose, then working its way down from there over her face. Yet she had forseen this outcome,
“Of course we’ll help!” Rye doesn’t hesitate. “I’m going to have to consult my constituents, but fear not, we’ll do our best to find what we can!”
She had no idea about any of this, but it seemed simple enough. A world changing prophecy had to be easy to pick up on. She discusses it with her only two coworkers, and right away one of them, the…[Read more]
//Opportunity strikes! Wedged between larger buildings, there’s a small, nondescript doorway – probably leading to some apartments. The door creaks open, and with a flash of yellow and orange, Rye has appeared, eyes suspiciously darting from side to side as if she has any stealth in the bustling day time. Once she has assured herself no one is…[Read more]
The lake had moods. Nice and early in the morning, it was still and quiet, and so was Rye. If she sat really still, stomach down on a hot concrete dock reaching out of the beach in the lake, maybe Rye can snatch
A calm wind god. Rarely appears before mortals, but is always accompanied by fair weather, as naturally the wind shifts around him to make conditions just perfect for a lovely day. Those who have encountered Ara say that he’s socially awkward and stiff and barely knows how to speak common, but is kind, polite, and answers prayers for favorable…[Read more]
A goddess with not a lot of power, but a lot of presence! Who doesn’t love sweets? Quite popular with children. Her holiday is Halloween, which she joins the celebrations of giving candy to all. Likes worship in the form of marzipan.
“I don’t wanna turn 13,” Rye admits one day, out of nowhere, to Ben. It’s been weighing on her a lot as of late. Her birthday is soon.”Huh?” Ben blinks, surprised. “But Rye, I’m 13…” He has an ice cream cone in